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My
Mortality…
Morning
comes too fast these days
The
night doesn’t last as long as it once did
Where
once the finish line couldn’t be seen
Thought
to be merely a mirage,
A
mere figment of the imagination
I
see my mortality staring back at me
Asking
me the questions that hound my mind
What
happened to the promise of your youthful passion
Is
the person staring back at you still happy go lucky
Or
has the weight of your thoughts saddened you deeply
Mortality
asks the questions I don’t dare ask myself
Questions
without answers only make me angry
Anger
pointed at my inadequacies illustrate my weakness
And
I’m unable to grasp that I’m merely human
Susceptible
to the flaws that plague us all
The
quest for perfection is a fruitless ideal
Unattainable,
but yet we try to be a being we can never be
There
is only God
Human
is all we can ever be.
Dean
Jéan-Pierre
(my
mortality is in the rear view mirror time to step on the gas put some distance
between us.)
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